tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905236167079601771.post4944011060119685323..comments2023-12-25T11:13:04.495+00:00Comments on Seraphic Singles: Christmas Party Survival GuideSeraphichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06251504033428511090noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905236167079601771.post-54882050453012522542012-12-26T23:24:01.792+00:002012-12-26T23:24:01.792+00:00I am so very, very late to the party on this one (...I am so very, very late to the party on this one (ha ha, no pun intended) - but I just wanted to say that the times I have forced myself to find someone to talk to - the person in the room who looks even more lost/ alone than I do! - it has always turned out really well for me. Not just pleasant conversation, but often job leads, etc., which I wasn't expressly looking for but happened to come up. MaryJanenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905236167079601771.post-89833095966226599212012-12-21T20:39:07.538+00:002012-12-21T20:39:07.538+00:00I'd rather not, as I've now left it behind...I'd rather not, as I've now left it behind me! At the time, I came home and vented to my roommate. It is lovely to have a roommate who is a therapist, not because I get free therapy sessions, but because she vents so much to me that I feel quite justified in a rant of my own every now and then. And this party deserved on. <br /><br />On to better and brighter things: tonight I'm driving to the mountains to visit the family of a couple of my dear friends. Actually, if I wanted to be provocative, I'd say I'm going to visit the parents of one of my ex-boyfriends--which is perfectly true, if ancient history--but really, I am such good friends with his sister and him and his now-wife, that I sometimes forget we ever dated. And the moral of that story is, folks, don't kiss your boyfriend till you're engaged, because if you never get engaged and thus never kissed, it's MUCH easier to get over!<br /><br />Merry Christmas!Sylviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06221464682706193091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905236167079601771.post-23913850470609605182012-12-19T23:39:32.211+00:002012-12-19T23:39:32.211+00:00Spill the horrible, ghastly details?Spill the horrible, ghastly details?Seraphichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06251504033428511090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905236167079601771.post-57494227563034754472012-12-19T23:20:44.502+00:002012-12-19T23:20:44.502+00:00I usually refuse to relate to these kinds of posts...I usually refuse to relate to these kinds of posts, because it seems like it's setting an expectation that Christmas will be horrible, which it doesn't have to be . . . but I did go to a dreadful work "holiday party" last weekend that made me change my mind a wee bit. I wish I had had the tidy flat, clean pajamas, and a good DVD to watch after.Sylviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06221464682706193091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905236167079601771.post-57715889948336937102012-12-19T16:20:41.932+00:002012-12-19T16:20:41.932+00:00Lucy, take courage - you can grow out of the pretz...Lucy, take courage - you can grow out of the pretzel status. I don't know how old you are, but I certainly belonged to the pretzel-legged category from 15 to 28. Now (over 30) I more or less circulate, although I still have a horror of walking up to conversation circles consisting of people I don't know, with or without shrimp dish.Magdalenanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905236167079601771.post-46100797099209475682012-12-19T08:52:24.505+00:002012-12-19T08:52:24.505+00:00Seraphic, I'm one of the pretzel-legged girls!...Seraphic, I'm one of the pretzel-legged girls! Thank you for suggesting people talk to us, for our tongues, too, are tied like pretzels and parties are like torture. One kind person can be the difference between 'this is misery' and 'this is not misery', and, if you're chronically shy, not-misery counts as a good time.Lucyhttp://www.roadkillrhapsody.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905236167079601771.post-48820375463465864642012-12-18T22:31:19.273+00:002012-12-18T22:31:19.273+00:00Giving myself permission to a. decline the invita...Giving myself permission to a. decline the invitation if I don't want to go and b. leave early has made me enjoy parties much more than I used to. I only say yes to parties I actually want to go to, and I don't have to stay to the bitter end. When I want to go, I thank the host for a lovely evening, then leave. <br /><br />Thanks, as always, for all the good advice... the coconut shrimp technique is marvelous. laurenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16313680582860952355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905236167079601771.post-78887294826179699032012-12-18T13:31:30.937+00:002012-12-18T13:31:30.937+00:00Thank you for posting this today! I was invited to...Thank you for posting this today! I was invited to a party this weekend and I've been debating the pros and cons all week....Right now the lists are even, so maybe I should decide based on new DVDs (Downton Abbey!) and availability of hot cocoa (new canister!). <br /><br />Something that also helps party-going is having a good wingwoman - whether she's a single friend or a married one whose new purpose in life is to marry me off.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06445940812881681649noreply@blogger.com